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An eye for an eye

Worst thing about planning a wedding is that no matter how many things you cross off your list, there's two more you haven't quite completed. Everything was mostly done, but Donna had slacked off the last week or two, caught up in the whirlwind of her own life.

Being home on a Saturday ended up being a much needed blessing, one that made itself evident as she fired up her laptop and clicked on her personal email. It only took a few seconds for dozens of messages to load. "No, some of the lilies could NOT be silk, and no, it was not okay to replace soy for tuna," she felt dizzy as she scrolled down her inbox.

A slight wave of panic hit her, especially after she had reassured Rachel less than a day ago that everything was perfectly fine, catching her friend's less than smooth let's-talk-about-the-wedding excuse to come in and pry information out of her. Information that now too many people had.

She was forced to shake off the dreaded thoughts as her phone ringtone startled her, Rachel calling as if she had read her mind. She put the phone up to her ear barely saying hello, hearing Rachel's alarmed voice on the other side.

"Rach?" she asked, catching a breath. "Slow down, what happened?!"

"My father just called to say he has to go away for this case and doesn't think he can make it back in time for the rehearsal dinner," she said it, still fast enough that Donna took a second to understand. "How can I not have my own father at my rehearsal dinner?" her tone was so high pitched by the end of the sentence, Donna moved the phone away.

"Alright, caaalm down," she worded slowly. "Take a deep breath," she added, slightly annoyed, buying time to try to think of a solution.

Rachel picked up on it and her guilt kicked in.

"I'm so sorry, here I am freaking out over something stupid when your life…"

"Hey, it's not stupid at all," the redhead's now sweeter tone eased her mind. "But you also don't need to freak out because I...I will think of something."

Donna had the power to think fast when people needed the most, but a stressed out bride was new territory for her.

"I tried to negotiate with the man but trust me, Donna, it's a pro bono case in Alabama and he says he'll be back late Friday, but not in time for the dinner and I…" Rachel exhaled her frustration so loudly Donna almost felt a puff of air through the phone.

"When is he leaving, Rach?" she asked, quickly jotting the guest list on a piece of paper, an idea brewing in her mind. It was just the closest friends from the wedding party, plus immediate family, she recalled, shouldn't be too hard to organize it.

"Tomorrow morning," the response came with another loud sigh.

"Well...okay...hum… are you all busy tonight?" She hoped Rachel would get the implication.

"Uh...no, but…" The stammering was a clear indication that the stress was too much for Rachel to follow her train of thought.

"Then we will have the dinner tonight," Donna didn't hesitate. "Can you work that with him?" she asked.

"What?" Rachel double checked on what she heard. That seemed too much work, even for Donna and specially for Donna in her current state of mind, so Rachel really had a hard time getting on board with the idea. "How are we going to pos-si-bly..." she trailed off as her mind tried to think of ways, but came up short.

"I'm gonna do my best to make that happen," Donna assured her with a certainty only she was able to have. "Let me make a few calls. Meet me around noon at DiPietro's."

The adrenaline that came with the situation pushed Donna to be at her best, dialing numbers faster than her phone could process them, giving out orders and quickly deciding on last minute changes.

She briefly smiled to herself as she ended the call with the final 'yes' from the restaurant.

It felt good to be in control of something.

He had gotten leverage, that was a fact, and with the threat of a possible criminal case brought up by Donna he should have enough for a good shakedown. Even relying that New Jersey's statute of limitations was on their side, a case like that was doomed to be draining and revolting. He could still use it against Riggs, but a bluff was still a bluff, win it all or lose it all risk he knew he could handle with a little bit of luck.

But it didn't settle his outrage.

If he were honest, he had to consider that If Donna hadn't said anything back then, had kept the secret for over 20 years, chances were she wouldn't want to say anything now. He knew how she felt about it, even though he struggled to see the reasoning behind her silence. But It wasn't in his nature to understand, the white male he was definitely carried more of an offender's act than a victim's one, especially after what he had just done. Donna didn't have to know. He would cross that bridge when he came to it. Putting an end to this situation was pivotal.

It was what he did, what they did, take down one lion at a time. Right now, the important thing was that it gave him the edge he needed.

Hours after hearing her sob through her words, he wished he had stayed. Knowing she went through that alone, even if it had been before they met, gave him an irrational corroding guilt, one that made him swallow hard and hold back tears. During the whole drive back from Harvard his mind kept inadvertently bringing back the image of that scumbag doing what he did. It had felt like pouring acid straight to his stomach, a horrible disgusted feeling keeping him from being able to breathe properly. He wouldn't have been of any comfort to her.

His protective alpha male brain switched to thinking of any way to fix it, revenge becoming the only thing he could focus on. Yes, revenge, because justice wouldn't do it, and that had brought him to Massachusetts. Harvey knew that if Riggs didn't suffer, that if he didn't come up with something that would choke him for years to come, he would never have peace. Ever.

His thoughts were interrupted by his ringtone, Cahill's name on his screen, forcing him to pull over. I got something, he heard the man say, and Harvey placed him on speaker, lowering the roof of his car unbothered by the cold winter air.

"Talk to me, Sean."

She met Rachel as planned in front of DiPietro's, eyes scanning the private room as the hostess went ahead explaining where everything would be placed.

"...and the salad bar will go here, in the middle, equally accessible to both sides of the room…" said the petite blonde woman, pointing to a central area, but Rachel noticed Donna's forehead scrunching.

"What? Should we not have the salad bar here?" the bride asked anxiously.

"Hmm...it's just that I think that setup might seem too...middle-schoolish? It'll break the flow of the room. You won't be able to see who is on the other side," the answer made perfect sense to Rachel and she slowly nodded, trying to think of where it should go instead.

The hostess held her pen up to the corner of her mouth, staring at Donna, one arm crossed over her stomach holding a clipboard, a look showing her lack of amusement. At this point, Donna figured she was probably thinking something in the lines of first they move the party up, now they think they can be picky? It didn't bother her all that much, but she had to do something about it.

"Is it possible to have it moved to theee rrr..." Rachel began and turned her face to Donna midway through her sentence, in search of confirmation.

"Right side, yes. We don't want to block that gorgeous french door, in case someone needs to head to the patio for fresh air, or in case your dad needs a smoke when he sees the added fees to the bill," Donna threw it in with a less than genuine smile to the hostess, a gentle reminder of the price they were paying for bringing forward the reservation, just in case she needed the extra incentive to comply. "Can we make that happen, Joanna?" She requested.

"I'll see what I can do," Joanna replied, forcing a happy face she reserved for special clients. "I'll be right back."

Rachel chuckled as the hostess walked away.

"Boy, she is not happy right now," the comment was playful, and it would normally have been well received by her friend, but Donna's mind was already away.

Rachel knew she was thinking about him as she caught her glancing at her phone once or twice, but she didn't dare to ask yet. It had been up to Mike to text Harvey about the new date, but Donna secretly expected Harvey to confirm with her.

"So we'd put the salad bar right around there?" Rachel decided to confirm, mostly to bring Donna's attention back to the room.

"Exactly, and I'm thinking your table goes there, east of the salad buffet. Your dad on you left, your mom sitting next to him," she continued, her arm pointing straight as she outlined the seating and Rachel followed. "Mike obviously on your right, then Harvey next to Mike, given he's alive and will show up to this…" she added sarcastically but her voice came out slightly higher, revealing a worried tone underneath it all.

"Donna," it was a simple but empathetic warning. "He's ok. He'll show up," Rachel tried to calm her down, offering a sweet look.

Donna pressed her lips and nodded. Her chest carried a heaviness that weighed more by the minute. Harvey was almost better when he reacted impulsively, when the anger was out of his system with a scream or a punch, or even a flying garbage can to break a glass door. But it was the afternoon, too much time had passed by now, giving him an opportunity to think, to let the fury build up like magma erupting from the core, spitting up destruction for miles.

"And to Harvey's right, I want you, of course," Rachel said excitedly, trying to keep a positive attitude.

Donna shook her head. "I'm not going to…" she protested, but to no avail.

"You're my maid of honor! I need you near me!" this time it was Rachel who raised her tone.

Donna's resolve faltered at her friend's plea.

"You're family. Mike's parents aren't with us, so yes, I want you and Harvey next to him." It was a wholehearted demand hard to pass.

Donna took a deep breath to control her emotions and humour was usually a go-to when she was having a hard time hiding them, so she turned her head slightly to the left, a fake exaggerated gasp escaped her mouth.

"Are you saying that Harvey and I are like Mike's parents?" she feigned surprise and at Rachel's desperate attempt to correct herself, she went further in amusement. "Oh my God, even worse, does that mean you think I'm old enough to be Mike's mom?"

"No," the brunette relaxed and joined in the fun. "But you and Harvey would have incredibly amazing and beautiful children, just like Mike?" she faked a smile and shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the backlash.

She saw Donna's smile falter.

"You sure you want me to sit there even if my reputation is ruined by tonight?" Donna changed the tone, revealing the real reason why she didn't want to get any attention.

Rachel shrugged off her friend's concern. "Don't forget that I'm the one marrying a fraud. It is waaay too late for me to care about a reputation."

There was nothing left for Donna to do but laugh in agreement, but as their laughs subsided, Rachel eyes beamed as she looked around.

"I still can't believe you pulled this off," she added, still mesmerized at the knots Donna untied to fulfill her promise. "I can't thank you enough."

Seeing her friend's gratitude and happiness, Donna was sure that even if nothing else worked for her, she would absolutely make this perfect for Rachel.

"Don't complain if guys suddenly ask if I'll be performing at Mike's bachelor party," she quipped, both of them laughing again as the hostess approached them.

"Salad bar to the right it is," said Joanna as she joined them back in the center of the room.

"Excellent," Donna added chirply. "We'll see you tonight, then."

Even at daylight, when he didn't recall ever playing, the place looked strange. While nothing specific came to mind, something made him feel like he had been there before. Maybe it was the maroon carpet with the big tan designs on it, or the blue light on the rows of slot machines practically screaming for attention, or the distinctive 80's setup: there was an odd familiarity he couldn't quite pinpoint. Something was off and for a second he let his mind get distracted thinking Donna would have been proud of him for even noticing.

But as bizarre as it was, It didn't matter.

He wasn't there for an appraisal.

Harvey was focused on doing what he had to do, not an ounce of hesitation to slow him down.

The irky feeling increased when he spotted the secretary, looking way too young and naive. Predictable, he figured. Judging by her outfit, definitely underpaid. He didn't bother announcing himself, striding past her table straight to the office. When he heard her get up to run after him, Harvey spoke up without even turning around, left hand up the air to stop her. "If you hear what I have to say about your boss, you'll walk out of here without a job," he said loudly. "Ignorance is bliss."

The girl stopped moving and discreetly walked back, sitting down as she cautiously considered Harvey's warning.

"What's your big money maker in a casino?" Harvey said entering the room, his imposing tone dominating Rigg's attention. He didn't need to greet him, nor did he have any respectful small talk intention. In his mind the man was lucky he didn't go straight to his throat. When he saw that Riggs was ready to give an answer, he lifted a finger to stop him from talking.

He had the word.

"Slot machines, right?"

"The more the...richer," Riggs shrugged, agreeing.

"Because with slot machines," he paused to choose the best words, "winning is unpredictable. As a sleazy casino owner, you capitalize on that. You know that what keeps people playing is the possibility. It's the fact that when they win once, even if it is a false win, it's enough to maintain the behaviour."

Harvey knew this wasn't hypothetical. He was never into them, knowing at a young age they're a fast way to lose money and the return for the player is impossible to weight and calculate.

Riggs cleared his throat, suddenly uncomfortable with Harvey's knowledge.

"Is this going to take a long time?" He tried to show superiority by feigning uninterest in the facts.

"You know why I don't play slot machines, John?" Harvey reached in his pocket for a quarter and inserted in the hole of the one machine that sat in the office, pulling on the handle and watching as the unmatched fruit lined up on the screen.

"Because luck is obviously not on your side?" Riggs defied, eyes darting to the paper he noticed Harvey holding.

If you didn't know Harvey Specter, you could have considered this a fault in his line of argument. But the direction of this conversation was perfectly clear in his mind. "Exactly," Harvey grinned in agreement. "You see, with these, we don't win enough. And I like winning. I don't play on luck alone," he continued, throwing the paper on the desk.

Earlier that afternoon, Cahil had given him enough information on the phone call to make him sit for a couple of hours at a rest stop, somewhere between Massachusetts and Upstate New York. He had drafted the key points of the deal, a new plan unfolding as he typed. Each moment he dared to doubt his chances, the image of her crying on the couch stopped his resolve from wavering.

His free hands were then in his pockets, chest rising and chin slightly lifted as he waited for the backlash.

Riggs's eyes skimmed the words.

"Issuing an IPO..." he folded the paper in half, a sharp laugh escaping his mouth. "You want me to go public? Is this a joke?"

Harvey raised his eyebrows, looking straight at Riggs.

"I'm not laughing," he shrugged nonchalantly, Riggs's irritation only growing.

"And you just expect me to comply?" He scoffed, unable to control his indignation.

Game on. Harvey was there to lay down one card at a time, ready for the thrill of watching Riggs's empire crumble right in front of his eyes.

"I know you will," he calmly replied, arrogant smirk on his face.

"And If I don't? Because as far as I'm concerned, you are not in a position to threaten me, I still have something you really want," Riggs leaned back in his chair, reminding Harvey of his own leverage, as if he could have forgotten.

Pulling out the same single bulleted gun? Harvey silently theorized. It was only fuel to his motivation, he had the man right where he wanted him.

"Either merge and issue a public offering of your stocks, or they'll buy you out," he walked closer, lowering his eyes to stare him down.

"And by going public I'll lose majority, Specter? Is this what you're suggesting?"

"Glad you're understanding," Harvey responded. " You get your merger, just not exactly on your terms. You buy World Resort, but you'll go public after that. They're already public and Dan Meyers was thrilled about the idea of raising capital when I suggested to him on the phone."

"You're out of your mind!" Riggs's humour was gone.

"That's the only way the SEC filing will be processed," he gave it to him straight. "Of course there's always a reverse merger?" Harvey raised the question.

"You're offering me two exits and in neither of them I'm in control," Riggs spoke up as the realization sank in. "This is bullshit."

"This…" Harvey paused, taking a pen out of his jacket pocket and offering the object to Riggs. "...is winning."

Harvey was eager to fire his entire cartridge but wanted to enjoy the weight of every piece of information he had against him, to watch the guy's face collapse in desperation, hopefully finally replacing the thought of Donna's teary eyes for the image of a defeated Riggs begging for mercy.

"Don't waste my time, Specter. This is ridiculous," the more Riggs observed how composed the lawyer seemed, the more it irritated him. "I don't care what you have to say. I make the deals here, not you!" he extended his arm to the door, signaling that Harvey was not welcomed to stay.

If the threat didn't involve Donna, Harvey would probably have an ounce of patience to deal with the expected resistance. Knowing what he knew, negotiating was harder by the second. He turned to look around the office, focusing on the next thing he should say, struggling not to use his fists and make this guy pay for the pain he caused Donna. He discreetly loosened his tie to better let the air through, and once again got distracted by how tacky everything seemed, when it suddenly hit him: the wallpaper, the old popcorn ceiling paint, the cheap looking secretary and especially that outdated lobby; nothing corresponded to Riggs' earnings and revenue claims. It didn't add up. A flashback of something Jen mentioned the night before invaded his mind, "my dad might have money, but he's stubborn as a donkey, he won't take advice from any of us," now made perfect sense. If he has money, why not invest in his own casino instead of buying another one? He asked himself, stopping dead center in the office. He needs clients fast, Harvey thought. The last piece of the puzzle came from replaying Cahill's voice: "He denied public offerings from three different investment companies, Harvey, that's not common for such a big business that wants to raise capital,' Cahill had raised the question. "I don't know why but I get a feeling that maybe he is afraid of something?"

Harvey chuckled, knowing exactly what he was afraid of, and the thought made him sick. He turned on his feet and took a breath.

He could smell the familiar victory air.

"You see, John, you succeeded in one thing that night in Donna's office, which was to get me not to think why you would come to me instead of filing for a merger yourself," he began loudly. "I should have seen it right away, I'll give you that."

It was a brief sense of triumph for Riggs to maybe rid him of complete humiliation.

"Coming to think of it, you wanted an SEC carte blanche to merge with World Resort because you wanted to avoid the DOJ possibly getting involved in this. You don't need the money, at least not right now. You have that, you're one of the biggest ones around, but for how long?" Harvey inclined his head, waiting to see any reaction.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Riggs's voice was now lower and Harvey saw him slightly recoil on his chair.

"It doesn't take a genius to figure out, just a ten minute walk around this place to see how outdated you are, how your shitty business style will not keep up with the modern complexes popping up left and right in New York State. It's a matter of time for you to lose market, doesn't matter how rich you are. You're going up against dozens," Harvey added.

"Plenty of people that love to gamble, Specter, I'm not worried," Riggs offered, waving his hand to dismiss Harvey's ideas.

"Which is what every Atlantic City casino owner thought before the whole city went practically bankrupt," Harvey offered. "You were one of them, and it's about to happen again. Merging gets you clients, eliminates competition, and your business survives."

Riggs' eyes turned glassy and he blinked quickly to regain focus.

"I'm guessing Scarlet told you about our time in AC," he figured that would rile up the lawyer.

"Her name.. is Donna," Harvey corrected, swallowing dryly, being slightly diverted from his thoughts.

Riggs smiled, knowing he hadn't lost at all. "You heard me well, money isn't a problem here, Harvey," he continued, contradicting the lawyer. "I'm buying another place, not selling. You're not making any sense so why don't you get to the point, if you even have one," Riggs capitalized on how easy it had been to throw Harvey off.

Harvey gave him a stare. He was sick of the attitude.

"You're hemorrhaging clients. Your revenue is steadily decreasing over the last few years. You have money now, but we both know you won't be standing in a decade. So the past five years you sold 17% of our stock to private investors to raise money to merge, promising you'd keep up with the competition if you joined forces. Now you need to keep that promise or your investors will pull out their deals. You searched for private equity in order to not raise DOJ's suspicions nor the media's attention by going public," Harvey nodded as he showed Riggs exactly how many points he had.

"I have…" Riggs tried to intervene.

"THEN you came to us," Harvey got louder, speaking over him. "Because having my firm back you up on a merger is all you needed to gain their trust. No one would trust you and you don't want the fucking attention, you don't want them showing your stupid face on tv or newspaper, do you? You can't have any media channel discussing this merger," Harvey said sharply, getting closer to the desk.

Riggs felt his breath halt suddenly and little droplets of sweat showed up on his forehead.

Harvey grit his teeth noticing he was right on target. He couldn't stop now.

"You don't want to raise any awareness to who you are and where you came from. So your plan was to merge and bring in the other casino's clients while quietly orchestrating how to fly just under the radar," Harvey let it out, not missing a beat.

"There's nothing illegal about that!" Riggs yelled, pushing his chair back and standing in a swift move, but Harvey was hardly intimidated.

"Maybe that's not illegal, but it's shady as hell. Because now you can merge but you don't want the SEC or better, the DOJ looking into it, not because anything is financially illegal, but because you're a motherfucker with a past," Harvey was forced to stop, his breath catching up to his emotions.

Riggs pushed the paper farther away, heading to the slot machine that still showed Harvey's failed trio of fruit on the screen. He opened the bottom of the machine and revealed a safe. For a few seconds, Harvey's vision went dark, in anger and fear, because against a real gun he knew he had no shield. If he walked back, it wouldn't be far or fast enough to hide behind anything. So instead he walked forward and stood by the desk, making sure he could reach Riggs if he tried something, but a sense of relief washed over him as he watched him type a code and open the metal box, picking up a flash drive. He read the word Scarlet in read marker ink.

"If this is what you want, you're going to rewrite this ridiculous proposal and send it to me tomorrow morning," he said, turning around to face him. " Call Meyers. Tell him I won't lose any more shares. I don't care that you know I declared bankruptcy before. Time's up."

Harvey scoffed at the irony.

"You're goddamn right time's up," Harvey whispered and Riggs froze, the reality of what Harvey knew being much darker than his previous financial troubles. "That's right. I know who you are. And I'm not rewriting shit. Hand me the flash drive," he ordered, extending his open hand.

Instead, Riggs opened the drawer to his right and took out a picture of Donna, sliding it across the desk, doing what he could to provoke Harvey, to win a battle he couldn't do with words.

"Is this what you want? I can't blame you. Certainly nice to look at," he grinned.

But playing the man was a Harvey Specter move.

Harvey swallowed hard and pulled up a selfie on his phone. It was a picture with Jen Riggs, the night before at the bar near Harvard.

"I like keeping memories as well," he said, turning the phone screen to Riggs.

Riggs's face turned red.

"What the hell did you do with my daughter?" He barely managed to say.

Harvey walked to circle the desk, feeling his lips twitch with disdain.

"Me?" he joked, smiling broadly. "Nothing bad. On the contrary, I actually offered her a job," he added. "You know, for when she's out of school. She's a brilliant girl."

"Don't involve her in this, you piece of shit!" Riggs lost it, moving the chair away from them and stepping forward, ready to take this fight to another level.

"You involved my family, I get to involved yours," Harvey said, slowly putting the phone back in his pocket without taking his eyes from the man in front of him, fingers twitching on the other hand.

"And you think my daughter will want to work with you once I tell her you're using her to get to me?" Riggs took his phone, but Harvey held his wrist.

"She'll love to know who her father really is," Harvey responded, his own arm forcing the man to put down the phone. He wasn't proud of the leverage he had spent the night working on getting, but he knew that to catch a pig, you have to get dirty. "Donna told me everything. It's over, Riggs," he muttered through his teeth.

"Why would my daughter believe you?" Riggs stood tall. "You have no proof, Harvey!" Riggs spit out, pulling his arm out of Harvey's grab. " And I have plenty of proof of Scarlet's past!"

"Last night Jen looked like she would believe anything I said," Harvey didn't hesitate with the comeback, and in a move he didn't predict, Riggs right jab hit his chin, causing him to stumble back.

"You son of a bitch! Get the fuck out of my office!"

Harvey stood still, staring at the floor until he recovered his balance, his left sleeve wiping the corner of his mouth, a red stain covering the HS initials on his shirt.

"You think I'm not serious about publishing the pictures? Why would anyone believe a fucking stripper? People will know she had it coming," Riggs attempted to play with Harvey's emotions as he realized the lawyer wasn't leaving.

Enough was enough. Harvey flew over at him in three quick steps, hands grabbing the man's collar and pushing him against the slot machine. " You publish that and she goes to the press with her version. And If I know the kind of scumbag you are, she wasn't the only one," he spat out, tightening his grip, getting closer to Riggs face. "How many women were there, huh? 5? 10? Dirtbags like you don't do this just once. So before you think you'll get ahead by publishing Donna's pictures, think of the repercussions that it would have for you. I mean, the DOJ would absolutely dig that shit and you'd never merge, you idiot! Because you might remember and calculate your actions, but I guarantee you however many women you did this to also remember. They remember every goddamn touch and every goddamn word you have said," Harvey swang the guy over, pushing him to fall on the chair, letting go of his neck as Riggs coughed, desperate for air.

"So what is your daughter going to think, huh? If all of a sudden women start corroborating Donna's side? Are you sure she wouldn't believe us? What about your investors?"

At Riggs attempt to stand, Harvey's hands hit his chest, causing him to fall back on the chair.

"You wanna merge? Here's the deal: you issue an IPO and you sell the majority of the stocks, you hear me?" he said, taking the picture that had fallen on the floor. "And if you ever show up at my firm again, if Donna ever does so much as hear your name, I will personally see that you are prosecuted for the hell you put people through, you son of a bitch," Harvey ended the conversation, "Give me the goddamn flash drive."

Riggs stretched out his arm, but his fist still held it shut in his hand, and he dared to look into Harvey's eyes. "You're gonna have to pry it open from my hand, like I did to Scarlet's legs," he smirked with the lowest insinuation.

Harvey felt his hatred burst out like never before, determined to make that the last sign of defiance he was willing to take. His left hand pushed Riggs neck against the back of the chair. In an adrenaline rush, purely moved by anger, so much that scream coming from the secretary sounded like a whisper, he used his thumb to press tightly on Riggs throat; and with his right hand he bent the man's arm over the chair's armrest, until a bone snap made Riggs scream in pain, dropping the flash drive on the floor.

Panting as he reckoned with his anger, Harvey picked it up quickly and stood, letting go of Riggs completely.

He finally saw the girl standing by the door. "Don't worry," Harvey said as he watched Riggs struggle to breathe, his arm twisted out of shape. "I'm done."

Holding tightly to the flashdrive, he moved to walk past her when she blocked his way.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concern stamped on her face as she saw the blood on his chin.

Harvey scoffed, retrieving a card from his wallet. If she really cared about working for Riggs, she'd be asking him that question, not the guy who just broke his arm.

"Call us on Monday. You deserve better," he said as he walked away.